Ist mir doch scheissegal! (Kaine match)

[TheButcher]

{** It's midnight at "The Baron" Massaker's townhouse in the North Hills of Pittsburgh. He sits at home, and watches old clips of past Slams and PPV's in his living room. Massaker is drinking a cold bottle of Reissdorf Kölsch, and just sitting relaxed on his couch.

He looks back at his progression of when he first came into WCF as The Unknown, and hiding behind a mask. This was a time of confusion for Massaker, as he contemplated leaving Pro Wrestling. If it wasn't for Seth scouting his old matches at ICW, and Massaker leaving the company, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to rise in the ranks of WCF.**}


Massaker:
I can't believe I entered WCF under a mask. I AM NOT ashamed of who I am, where I come from, or where I am going!

{**Massaker starts watching the 2 battle royals he lost back to back in two weeks at Slam. Massaker becomes infuriated, and hurls the bottle against the wall, and flips his coffee table over in rage. Then, a knock at the door is heard.**}


Massaker:
Who the fuck is it?


{**You hear a man's voice on the other side of the door, and it sounds like the man is asking Massaker if everything is OK.**}


Massaker:
No, everything is NOT OK! So, go back to your shithole, and leave me the fuck alone!


{**Massaker becomes more pissed off, but goes to the kitchen, and grabs another Kölsch, and also a fifth of Wild Turkey 101. Massaker sits back down on the couch, and starts watching more clips of WCF, and sees the time when he unmasks, and let's his true self show....outwardly. Massaker starts having an evil smirk on his face, as he know being behind the mask was just covering his own being, his own soul, and who he really is as a Man.

Massaker flips forward on his DVR, and sees the time when he joins forces with DRG. Massaker still has an evil smirk on his face.**}


Massaker:
I appreciate Bates, and the rest of them, fighting against the injustice and false promises that Seth has given to everyone in WCF. I felt lucky to get a contract with WCF, but that day in the VP of Talent's office where I beat the shit out of him, and left the Oak desk laying on him.. That was the straw that broke the camel's back! Their gross negligence of this company, their talent, and even the Goodwill version of a wrestling ring.... It fucking pisses me right off! But...


{**Massaker stops in mid-sentence, and puts his head down, and wraps his hands around the back of his neck. Massaker stays in this position for a good 5 minutes at least. Then, Massaker starts thinking about the phone call he received, and hearing he would not become a full-patched member of DRG. This is when Massaker reached out to Night Rider via phone, and as a follow-up when they spoke in the hallway at a recent WCF show. Massaker recalls him and Rider putting everything into motion to join AoD during that conversation.

Massaker lifts his head and takes a swig of his beer, and then a swig of the Wild Turkey, and then.. Another swig of beer to wash the bourbon down.

Then, he sits back.. And, Massaker's face becomes more evil looking, and has a very satisfied monstrous look about him... A look of purpose, a look of direction, and most of all, a look of calculated rage!**}


Massaker:
My demons inside could no longer be suppressed! My rage against such disrespect from WCF's owner, the talentless 'faces' of the company, and the stupidity of most of everyone in the locker room really just disgusts me!

{**At this time, Massaker sees the images of the talentless, idiotic wrestlers of WCF being paraded on a pre-show of a recent Slam. Massaker flips off the TV, and walks away from the living room towards the back of the house...

Massaker yells with his ungodly, deep voice**}

Massaker:
VERPISS DICH!!!


.....TO BE CONTINUED.....